Who be the, mahogany, mami, the slanted eyesHold it down, boogie fox, you bitch niggaz stripYou web niggaz dead on, get fucked and wet onShitted on, I want a low, fuckin wit donLike ronald, thirty inch, fortistranoMill-ion, sophisticado, I'll movadoThe firm's baby girl, my fam be my whole worldIt figures, cause she'd die for them niggazDoe or die status, ma-ma be the baddestFrom brook-lyn to queensbrige, it's pure havoc, havocWe on a job, fuckin wit mobbThey had the drop on em, the slanted eyes peep the rocks on emHe kinda jig, and he bubblin bigDig a hole holdin, so's watch his cash start foldinAnd bet though, twenty g craps wet thoughNas you shoulda seen the nigga jet thoughHad it on blast, shoulda seen me shakin all of my assOf course me, I threw the gas, thug nigga turnin real saucyFirm lay low i'ma play if you say soSo stay close like I'm bout to twist babe broI laid it down, went a couple of rounds, and tried to flaunt himI threw it on him, now he's right where I want him

Verse two: havoc

Got my mind in crooked waysSaturated up in alize, you ain't a threat niggaSo get big nigga baby girl crossin over send your soldiersToucha fuck a rusher, this world is colderLike a, day in december 25th son I got giftFrom monkey, motherfuckers, that wanna ripGet your shit split, pushed back, grill that ass don't look backRespect this, like a lexus repo man I took thatFive cats to death dog, like shop I'm gonna set moreHandwritten obituaries vocal through my chordsLights out... just pull the nines outLet's find out, pointin shook ones, they pointin dimes outIt ain't hard, straight up and down, you get your deck pulledMy hand is full, of fake niggaz I positionExpensive intuition fuck a rap competitionGat expo, get a grip and never let goThe tet blows, the rapper noyd said, "that ass is wet though"Triple p, paranoid plus petrolScared to death, put the pedal to the metalGhetto connections, audi 4, take your sectionYou only get once chance, ain't no second guessinWe blessin, peepin your style, them never testinLessons of life walk the night witcha weapon

*chorus reversed, havoc takes the main and foxy joins inStarts with "son it's the drama" instead*

Verse three: foxy brown

Fox boogs, whattup, they get the jack, what the fuckLucked up, the thug nigga took a l nigga bitched upThe snake niggaz slither like jake, ain't all greatAin't no threat dunn, fuckin with them niggaz that's fakeThey got though, pushin a 850 auto, they sayin nadaThey know the firm gettin nachoesCheddar like whatever, I see money frontin in the landI got him, I got me a fuck and his manMurderous mami, I threw the kiss, he was hist'Oooh, shoulda seen that I'll roley on his wristIt seem like he fuckin wit cream somethin meanYou'll be straight with his eight, and dead him on all his heronRealistically, papi, is history, mamiI got this, chill pa pa, let me rock thisI'm fuckin wit fours to cock this, let me plot thisIce he nuttin nice, if he front, take his lifeAt the shark bar, fuckin wit duke, him and his mansReally frontin boo, got him the red velour filas tooHere come my niggaz now in the black hummer stuntinYeah that's the firm, jig the fuck up and body sumpinWhattup now duke, his eyes cried from the insideI seen all of his fears cause he about to fryHe looked at me, through his right eye, was like"mami why? " I felt fucked up, I can't lieHe was shook, 'mega opened his chest, ain't nuttin leftBut the sky blue land, and that niggaz last breathLast breath...